Another beautiful morning. Jeffrey drove us higher up the mountain where we walked the gravel, rutted road, alternating climbing and descending through spots of warm sun and windy shade. Small birds at the treetops strained our neck muscles, Prong-billed Barbets laughed at us while staying irritatingly out of sight. Bird of the morning had to be the Flame-throated Warbler: white belly, dark back and bright neon orange chest. The color pops out as it briefly lands on a branch.

Some of the time we walk on Jeffrey's neighbor's road, accessed by crawling under, over, or through a gate. Some cows still graze the area, water rushes over the road where washouts have occurred. A Quetzal's streamer tail wraps teasingly around a tree trunk. We slowly tick off Chiriqui endemics: species that only occur in these mountains of Panama and Costa Rica. The mountain vegetation of trees is uninterrupted; we seem to be alone up here.

Our afternoon hike is good for burning calories but mostly a bust for birds. Tall trees, lots of shade, a nice waterfall to traverse, but quiet. It was worth it to see a Crested Guan, one large black bird (32") that flew like a giant shadow through the treetops. It perched right overhead and peered down at us after Jesse had played its call, its bright red neck skin well-displayed.